It's time to say Goodbye!

Goodbyes mean new beginnings...

And that’s exactly what a goodbye to writing posts on this blog would mean. Curious what’s going to be the next step? Well, watch out. You’ll know soon. But before that give me some time and read this. I promise not to let you down.

I got introduced to writing, back in college when I took up basic journalism as an extra subject. Starting this blog was part of my assignment. After which I continued writing the blog. Ideally, someone would shut the blog and forget about writing. But fortunately that didn’t happen to me. I went ahead and continued writing. Criticism and praise from all you beautiful people pushed me further. I wrote more and more and without realizing, writing became a major part of my life. Proof would be small bits of paper with scribbled lines in wardrobe and the umpteen number of notes on my phone.

Most of you who followed my blog also know that I haven’t posted anything lately. I just got busy in trying to be an adult and do my best at a job that I eventually left. :P

But just because I wouldn't post here doesn't mean I wasn't writing. I was giving story writing a shot. I still need to get better though and I hope to get there some day.

So this is going to be my last post on the blog and I need all the support that you can offer for my future writing ideas. I hope to keep you entertained and come back with better a better blog.

Until then, Good bye and have a great life.<3

The days that were...

Two plaits, dirty school uniform, smelly socks, heavy school bag. And an empty lunch box. With the whole evening left in front of me to spend the way I want to I sit there with a bowl of  dal rice staring at the TV watching some sucky hindi serial waiting for the hero to hold the heroine’s hand and say ‘ I love you’ , waiting for the quite and beautiful daughter in law to give back all that she got from her mother in law. With nothing running in my mind except that TV serial I finish the dal rice spoon by spoon not knowing when I will stop half way to  not miss an interesting scene. Once done I leave the bowl aside and relax a bit. But the TV is still switched on.  I am still waiting for the hero or daughter in law to do something. And slowly my eyes close and I am fast asleep with the TV still running. But I then wake up to the noise of the boys playing cricket and once I am up I freshen up and run to the terrace to play. Cricket? Yes. Cricket. I know it’s a boy thing. No one would want me to be in their team. But I never cared. Always waiting for someone to throw the ball at me so I could hit it outside.

Life was tension free and aim less then.

With a startle I wake up in the morning thinking how much work is to be done today. Rushing with my formal clothes and hair, I drink my milk and walk out of the house with the only thought, ‘I hope the train is not late today’. I catch the train and stare at everywoman possible in the ladies compartment. Every woman’s eyes have something to say. Some are just waiting to get off the train. Some are lost in the music. Some busy blushing and talking to their boyfriends, some wondering how life passed by so fast, some worrying if their children are fine. Some still figuring out how life will unfold for them. A lot of things run into my head.

I am no more the careless girl waiting for the hero to hold the heroine’s hand in the serial. I am no more the girls who plays with the boys. I am no more the girl sitting there with her dirty school clothes not worrying of what people think of her. I am grown up, expected to behave and dress well. If I laugh and go for a walk with a boy he is labelled my boyfriend. I am no more the girl with nothing running in her head. I am supposed to make decisions. Perform. Prove to the world that I am something. Although life is different I miss the girl I was. Waiting for the serial to turn its story. Waiting to hit the ball for a six. No more the girl sitting on the sofa with the big bowl of rice. Now I am supposed to have table manners and eat without dropping.

Life is going to take me through its various phases. But that phase of my life will never be forgotten where I was who I was and not what people wanted me to be....

One hundred names!

Book : One hundred names

Author: Cecelia Ahern

From the many books we read some entertain us, some make us sad, some give us a sudden energy and some…. Well some books make us realize ..

So this book made me realize something. What? That you will know once you read the story of the book.

So kitty, a professional journalist, high achiever, confident, smart, writer, good hearted and a die hard fan of investigative stories goes through the worst phase of her life. She is accused of defaming a person. And that actually is a big crime. She lives with that guilt in her heart. The guilt of spoinling a person’s life for no reason. She also has a friend dying with cancer. When she finally goes to meet Constance, the editor of a magazine, she just asks her one question. ‘What is that story that you have always wanted to write?’ Deciding not to give her a direct answer, she tells Kitty to get back to her with a piece of paper lying in her desk. By the time Kitty gets back it’s too late. Constance leaves kitty with a piece of paper with hundred names. The story revolves around how Kitty completes the story Constance always wanted to write having no clue as to who the hundred people are.

 

So she sets out on a journey to find these 100 people. At first, she thinks Constance has been in touch with them and she just needs to continue from where Constance stopped. But more and more digging makes her realise that Constance had only sown the seed of her idea. She hadn’t given any water or sunlight for it to grow and bloom. Everything had to be done by Kitty..

She meets the first 6 people on the list and she loves it. She realizes that everyone has a story to say. Everyone have these things that are unsaid and undone. Things that they roam around burdening their heart with. All they need is a person listening to them. All they need is a small push. All they need is to reflect back at life and see how they have managed all along. And so she does get the answers to all her questions. She figures out everything. Not only Constance’s story but a lot of other things too.

 

So the question, what did I realize after reading the book?

In Kitty’s process to find the answers  I realized that the people on the list found it tough to open up at first. But when they were persuaded and asked to tell their untold story, they actually opened up and what came out of it was something unbelievable. And these fictional characters in the book are the same as normal people. It’s not easy to get stuff out of normal people. Thay have a lot in them. But only when we ask the important questions everything starts coming out. Every person has a story to tell. Every person has his own dreams, regrets, sorrows, happiness, achievements, and wishes.  But how many times do we have valuable conversation with people? How many times do we ask them questions about things other than movies, songs, hobbies, future plan? All we want to know is what that person has done, is doing or is going to do. We never get to what is in his / her heart.

 

THINK!

Have you ever asked someone what they regret in life and how they plan to get out of it?

Have you ever asked anyone what they want to become in life?

Have you ever asked anyone who their role model is?

Have you ever asked anyone why they are they are right now?

What changes they have gone through from the time they were small?

Have you asked anyone what they wish for?

I am sure there’s a lot more to learn about a person. All you need to do is take the first step and kick start a wonderful conversation!

Happy talking!

It’s time to talk! :D

 

 

 

 

 

Crazy with Lists

5 Days ago I was a woman on a mission. On a mission to know what consisted on the wishlist of various people. What they have always wished to do and haven’t been able to.

There are several things one wants to do at least once in his/her lifetime. But what they don’t realize is that they never give this  a deep thought and hence are never able to achieve it. Their wishes just remain there on their wish list helpless and unattended.

So I went around triggering this questions in their head. So I typed out a simple message asking people about their wishes. Things they always wished they did but haven’t been able to do it.

 

 I didn’t know people would actually take it seriously and reply to my message. I thought they’d ignore it or say they’d answer it later and not get back. Or having stupid wishes like dancing in the rain or something(which can be fulfilled eveytime it rains:P). But I was actually shocked to know that people felt, dreamt and regretted that they couldn’t do what they wanted to do. These wishes of theirs some how inspired me to make my wish list bigger and better. To get everything striked off  my list.

It could be the randommest thing you want to do. But just go and do it. Because that somehow that feeds your soul and makes you feel alive. Reminds you are the angel of your happiness.

So I am going to continue this, ask as many people as possible, about their wish list and know what they really want. This also made me realize that such a question actually prompted a thought in their mind as to what they wish for in life. It also prompted a conversation between them and me. A conversation that was about deeper stuff rather than the usual how’s work, college, school or boyfriend/ girlfriend. It’s not everyday that people think what they wish for in life or how they can get to strike those things off the list. But such thoughts are healthy and helps us to keep going no matter what..

 

Some of the wishes I came across are:

To be a Radio jockey

To trek the Himalayas

To be part of the army

To be an astronaut

To run a serial

To write a book

To be a business man.

To inspire as many people as possible

To travel the whole wide world

To fall in love

And the list is just gets better with each person.

 

So give it some thought. What’s that thing that drives you. What makes you feel alive? Everyone’s made their wish list. What’s yours?

Mail me your wish list to ashini17mehta@gmail.com. Who knows, your list might just make way to my next post inspiring me and my readers.